With tears in my eyes, I watched from my hiding place as they cradled the body of a baby, his head lolling sickly as it kept slipping from His blood-stained hands. His wife looked over his shoulder, a look of utter dismay on her face.
The drool oozing from her mouth.
“I guess we’ll make do with older, harder meat” he said, throwing my baby brother over his shoulders. No point letting a good thing waste, she said, as she started to eat from the stomach.
With that, my father started walking towards me.